Chapter 35 (continued)

But after I explained it to Moli, she refused to buy me a new computer ever again.

... I haven't actually figured out a spell to lock down hidden erotic novels on a computer yet, and I don't think such a spell even exists. So, looking at Moli's nervous little face, I almost couldn't help but laugh. The Phantom Body Spell targets the circuit components inside electronic devices, and although I don't understand technology, I at least know that viruses are software, and those things can't be solved with magic. After all, even we mages aren't omnipotent.

Reynold was already dressed; his face flushed red, then paled, and finally turned the color of a wilted eggplant.

His hair was a mess, and his expression no longer resembled that of someone watching a death knight worship the God of Light; instead, he looked like he himself was a death knight.

"I'm sorry..." I said apologetically, "We were all dizzy from watching a holographic movie, which is why we made a mistake. With Mel's magical skill, a simple spell like Transformation Spell would never happen like this under normal circumstances!"

Reynold opened his mouth and looked at us, a whistling sound coming from his throat. I couldn't help but worry and cast a Health Detection, because I was still dizzy and almost cast Curse of Weakness.

Fortunately, the detection spells showed that the Transformation Spell did not cause any irreparable damage to Reynold. His trachea was not leaking, but his heart rate and breathing did not seem to be particularly steady.

Yes, it does take some getting used to to suddenly transform from a human into a sheep, but the Transformation Spell is too short; it turns back in a flash, and then you have to get used to it again.

I saw Reynold's Adam's apple bob; he probably wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time, just staring at me intently. Because his gaze was so obvious, I sensed that Mel, who was supporting me, was getting angry again. I quickly grabbed Mel and explained, "No, Reynold didn't mean any harm. He just saw that I looked unwell sitting here and wanted to take me to his house to rest."

"You're still going to his house?" Mel retorted sharply. "Xipei, you're too kind-hearted. How can you be so easily swayed? These well-dressed politicians are masters of appearances. What if he takes you home to harm you? What if he kidnaps you and demands your rare magic for ransom? Xipei, you can't assume everyone is as good as you!"

... Why does it sound like you're praising me? I patted Mel's hand to tell him not to be so nervous.

"Uh... he can't beat me." I helplessly tried to calm the angry Mel, patting his back. Mel took a couple of angry breaths, finally managing to suppress the dangerous Magic Power emanating from him.

"Anyway, be careful, Xipei, there are a lot of bad guys around these days." Mel said sternly, just like in prison. He had a stern face, frowned, and deliberately pursed his lips, trying to make a very fierce expression. Back then, I really wanted to ruffle his hair, but because the magic-suppressing handcuffs were binding my arms, I could only regretfully give up. This time was different. I raised my hand and placed it on the back of Mel's head. His cold, smooth long hair flowed down my fingers, dripping through my fingers like sweet honey.

I gently rubbed it, Mel opened his eyes wide... I couldn't help myself at all seeing that expression; I just wanted to rub him even harder!

"Xipei!" Mel's face turned very aggrieved, a blush crept up his cheeks again, and he called my name in a seemingly annoyed manner, so I had no choice but to answer him:

"Yes, yes, yes, Teacher Mephistopheles' teachings are excellent, and I've remembered them."

A blush crept up Mel's face from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, but he didn't stop me from touching his hair. Instead, he moved closer to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Xipei, are you feeling better now? Should we rest a little longer or go buy some sheep now?"

I smoothed out my ruffled hair, and Mel smiled again, showing no trace of the dangerous impulse I had just had to use Shadow Dance to snap the Magic Council chairman's neck.

"I'm much better," I replied. "Shall we go buy some sheep?"

"Xipei, you don't hate black sheep, do you? I want to have a black one because I like black cat fur."

I thought about it. Aries are indeed cute, but black should be nice too. Although I haven't been to many rural farms or similar places, a black sheep isn't hard to imagine, so I said, "Of course, I like black too."

My favorite raven has black feathers, and I wonder if we can buy one. If Mel is going to keep a cat, then I won't keep a raven, because cats seem to really enjoy fighting with birds, and no matter who wins, the loser always makes us feel bad. But now Mel says we won't keep a cat, and we've decided to keep sheep instead. If we can find a suitable raven, it would be great to keep one too, so that when the four of us are doing experiments, the two little animals can play together.

We also need to prepare a meadow for the sheep.

... It would be best to have a medicinal herb garden next to the meadow, so that we can grow any plants that are not demanding in terms of growing conditions!

"Wait..."

I grabbed Mel's hand as she was about to cast the spell, and turned around to see Reynold standing there as if in a daze; the faint voice he had just heard was his.

"Is there anything else?" I asked. "I'm much better now, so you don't need to worry."

"... You..." Reynold's finger trembled slightly as he pointed at me, but my hand had been shaking too, so it couldn't be considered proof of Reynold lack of academic ability. He said, "You two... know each other..."

I nodded. "Yes."

Mel raised his head and said, "That's obvious."

"When... when..." Reynold asked, as if in a dream, "When... when..."

When did you meet?

I said, "It was the day before the summit, the time we went to jail. We were studying magic together in the library, and we accidentally damaged public property. We were arrested by Lusien and put in jail. Didn't you come to jail later?"

Reynold shook, so I had to throw another Life Detection, and the result was still good.

"Oh, we haven't finished that book yet," Mel suddenly remembered. "I wonder if someone will borrow it. Oh, and that cute teeth book, shall we go touch it again next time?"

"Okay!" I nodded in reply, and my fingers seemed to feel the smooth texture of that tooth again; it was a really nice handle.

I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said to Reynold, "Thank you for ordering food for me before, although you never let me know beforehand, which made it impossible for me to fit all that tableware in my house... But please don't bother me again in the future. I'll be moving out of the apartment soon; I'll be moving to the Tower of Mel. Outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the Mage Tower casually, so delivery people can't just come in whenever they want..."

Reynold mumbled something, sounding a bit deflated. I wasn't sure if he understood, because whenever I told Reynold something, he would just say yes but actually do his own thing. I've told him many times not to deliver my food because I sometimes practice magic at home and I'm worried I might accidentally hurt the delivery person, but Reynold never listens.

Even after I broke up with him, he still had the delivery guy bring the food. And to make sure the delivery guy would accept it, he even made a deal with him that if he refused, the delivery guy would have to pay compensation. Only Reynold would make such a domineering demand.

... The same thing happened before, when he asked me to go to his office to do paperwork. He wouldn't listen to anything I said, so I had to use Confusion Spell... I swear that was the only time I've ever used Confusion Spell on a politician (I've never even used it on Five-Star Old Man). This kind of spell is a soul spell, and if you use it too much, it will damage your intelligence. So I will still try my best to persuade Reynold... even though it's really super difficult.

Hopefully he'll listen this time, otherwise the delivery driver will have made a wasted trip and disrupted business.

Holy Light City is a city I really like. It's open, inclusive, lively, and bustling. But today was the first time Mel and I were slightly disappointed because we searched all the pet shops in the area and couldn't find a single sheep. Not even a white one, let alone a black one. Heaven knows why pet shops won't sell such cute creatures as sheep. We weren't looking for purple or green sheep. Are black and white sheep really that rare?